To struggle up a never-ending stair
This is similar to the hurdles we face in life. It is never-ending like the waves in an ocean. Continuous without an end goal. Similar to our desires.
To struggle up a never-ending stair
This is similar to the hurdles we face in life. It is never-ending like the waves in an ocean. Continuous without an end goal. Similar to our desires.
The little buried mole continues blind
Is he referring to the blind faith people put in religion?
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The poet believes God to be good and empathic, even when there is a contradiction he does so with a reason .
Praise this mess that can be left
The poet contradicts himself throughout the poem. he praises the hospital yet focuses to highlight its flaws.
Praise the going home to beds unmade for days Beds that won’t resurrect or rise
After they leave the hospital, adjusting to their normal life is not easy. Even the slightest object reminds them of their stay at the hospital. How the beds don't move or have to be adjusted for the child anymore.
Praise the front desk who knows to wake Rm 120 when the hospital rings
The hotel next to the hospital is composed of guests mainly from the hospital. It is normal for the front desk to know which room to contact. A process well to know due to their location.
Praise the restless beds Praise the beds that do not adjust that won’t lift the head to feed
The poet praises the bed for the things it is incapable of. It fails to meet the basic necessities that are required for the patients at the hospital.
O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you,
He compares himself to others and expresses how he would not deface or cause harm to his body, unlike other people who corrupt themselves. He further goes on to appreciate and visualize the shapes and figures of another person. However, stating how he is unique and perhaps sees the flaws in other people but chooses not to accept his own.
I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons, And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.
The repetitive use of "father of sons" shows how he sees the common farmer as the father of sons, but also sees the same picture when he looks at the sons. He sees them becoming fathers and their children becoming fathers to sons as well. It is a continuous cycle that carries on.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
The poet expresses how people tend to conceal and hide their true selves from others. When corrupted with evil thoughts and desires they choose not to openly display it because of the fear of being looked down on by others.
The Brain is just the weight of God—
How does the poet compare the weight of god? Is it possible that he is comparing it to the unknown?
For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain
The poet compares the two showing us how they are related, it goes hand in hand, since both are never-ending spaces the other can contain it in its whole.
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
This line expresses how there is no limit to our brain just as there is no limit to the sky. It does not have a point where it begins nor ends it's a bottomless pit.